Silvan Soldier
randomwriter96
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Have nothing. ^^; Therefore, don't sue. Have nothing = have no money. Oo; Unless you absolutely have to have 15 cents...
Note: This is my attempt at recreating Thranduil's childhood and life thereon using the info I have from the Silmarillion, the Unfinished Tales, LOTR, etc. And websites such as the Encyclopedia of Arda. Do not hesitate to tell me if I have a mistake or not. ^^;
Enjoy. :o) And thank you for reviewing.
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Gil-Galad awoke in the night with a nasty headache to greet him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember what happened. After a few seconds, the answer came to him.
"Elderberry wine..." Gil-galad shook his head. He had sworn to himself never to drink that again last year. And where were the silk sheets and the- ? "This is Oropher's. Right..." He groaned and rolled out of bed to find his way outside to get fresh air. "Oh, this place is impossible," He mumbled, trying to find his way through the one-floor labyrinth of a palace. He passed by a bedroom, when he heard a familiar voice. Gil-galad pressed his ear upon the door and raised his eyebrows to find that it was Halinor, one of his advisors. And he was speaking with a female, no less. Gil-galad decided he did not want to know any more at the moment. His head still throbbed. After walking along a few sets of stone corridors, he was sure that he was nearly towards an exit. Any exit would do at this point. But as he turned, he was met with even more corridors. He let out an exasperated sigh. It was caught in his throat, when a small elf dashed across the two-way corridor in front of him. Gil-galad was stunned and blinked several times in rapid succession. Do Silvan children normally stay up this late? He decided to follow the child, at least hoping that he could somehow find his way back to his guest chamber. He gave up on finding an exit anywhere. He paused when the little elf skidded to a halt in front of what could only be recognized as the master bedchamber. The little boy, as Gil-galad noticed by the nightwear, reached up on his tiptoes to turn the crystal knob. The door swung open and he ran inside. Gil-galad inched closer, staying just outside the door. Somehow, the small elf drew his curiosity. He heard a whimper, then a groggy voice.
"Ada? Ada?"
"Mm, not now..."
"Ada. Scared. Had bad dream,"
"Hm? A bad dream?" Oropher groaned and tiredly lit a small bedside candle. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, finding his son perched on the edge of his vast bed. "Come here and tell ada about it," The little elf crawled towards the pillows and hid himself underneath the giant covers.
"I dreamed Orphy my wom bunned up," Thranduil wore the saddest expression any child could make.
"Orphy the worm burned up?" Oropher rubbed Thranduil's back as he cuddled closer to his father.
"Bunned up," Thranduil looked up into Oropher's face before burying his own back into the covers.
"Well, I can assure you that Orphy is nice and safe in his wooden box. He hasn't burned up," Oropher pointed to a box that sat on top of a tall dresser in the corner of the room. Thranduil insisted that his father keep Orphy company at night, since no one else did. Thranduil had Hoppy, his stuffed toy rabbit. Oropher, remembering why Orphy stayed in the master bedchamber, hugged his son closer and glanced wistfully at the empty spot beside him. A lovely lady once lay beside him. He looked into Thranduil's tiny face. "Don't worry. Orphy's safe with me. I won't lose him,"
"Not scary part though. Scary part was big red eye. It bunned Orphy up," Thranduil gave an involuntary shudder. Oropher frowned.
"A big red eye?" Thranduil nodded. Oropher had never heard of such a dream before. Nightmares among elf children usually included dragons, wolves, giant spiders, and even the occasional axe-wielding dwarf.
"It big. Really big. I tried save Orphy. But I couldn't. Couldn't move," Thranduil settled into the crook of his father's arm. Oropher pondered this odd dream.
"Did Avanor start telling you scary stories again?" Thranduil paused to think, then shook his head.
"Did you fall asleep in front of the fireplace?" Thranduil shook his head.
"Lorry put me to bed," Thranduil said, referring to Loriniel, the handmaiden. Oropher nodded, then lifted up Thranduil so he was sitting up straight.
"Well, whatever your dream meant, I'm sure it was just a way of showing how much you care for Orphy. Come now, time to go back to bed,"
"No. I want stay right here," Thranduil tried to bury himself deep under the covers, but Oropher pulled him out.
"If you do, you will have to wake up very very early. And I know you don't like to be waked up early," Oropher said. Thranduil shook his head.
"No,"
"Then come. I shall bring you back to your room," He glanced at his son who was presently chewing his braid. Thranduil looked pleadingly up at Oropher. "And yes, I will stay until you fall asleep again," Thranduil dropped his braid and smiled. He slid off the bed and grabbed Oropher's hand. They walked out the door and Oropher collided into Gil-galad. Blushing slightly, Gil-galad cleared his throat and bowed to the surprised Oropher.
"I-I didn't know you had a son," Gil-galad shifted his gaze towards Thranduil, who was looking up at him curiously.
"He is only three years of age. I did not expect you to know," Oropher bowed back in courtesy, rather stiffly.
"I was looking for fresh air. The wine is not so kind to my head. But I would very much appreciate it if you showed me the way back to the guest bedchamber I am staying in," Gil-galad said. Oropher raised an eyebrow in amusement and sighed.
"Allow me to return my son to bed and then I shall show you the way. I do not blame you for getting lost," Oropher swung Thranduil onto his back and carried the sleepy child to a nearby, smaller bedchamber. As soon as Thranduil's head hit the pillow, he was already sleeping soundly. Oropher tucked the blankets neatly under Thranduil's chin and placed a kiss atop his forehead. He shut the door behind him and looked at Gil-galad, noticing he opened his mouth to speak.
"He is a beautiful child. He would make a fine elf when he grows up," Gil- galad said, glancing towards the door.
"Thank you. He takes after his mother," Oropher let out a sigh and inclined his head down the corridor to their right. Gil-galad and Oropher walked silently for a while.
"I am sorry about the meeting....but you do understand we need all the help we can get," Gil-galad turned to Oropher.
"I understand," Oropher looked straight ahead.
"Had I known you had a son, I might have thought differently. I would not- I would not want Thranduil to lose a father like you, should you...perish...." Gil-galad stared at the floor.
"Neither would I. But I am willing to risk my life so that my son may grow in a time where he does not experience pain at the hands of evil. You were right," Oropher replied. Gil-galad said nothing. "Your room," Oropher gestured towards the familiar-looking bedchamber. Gil-galad nodded and bowed.
"Thank you. Have a restful night," Oropher bowed in return and left. Gil- galad silently shut the door and placed himself in bed again. He felt a dull ache in his heart and found himself longing for a son of his own. He turned onto his side and after a few restless turns, he finally fell asleep.
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How was it? ^^ *points to review button*
Thank you's to Dragon, Roheryn, feanen, and Dragon-of-the-north. :-D
randomwriter96
Disclaimer: Own nothing. Have nothing. ^^; Therefore, don't sue. Have nothing = have no money. Oo; Unless you absolutely have to have 15 cents...
Note: This is my attempt at recreating Thranduil's childhood and life thereon using the info I have from the Silmarillion, the Unfinished Tales, LOTR, etc. And websites such as the Encyclopedia of Arda. Do not hesitate to tell me if I have a mistake or not. ^^;
Enjoy. :o) And thank you for reviewing.
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Gil-Galad awoke in the night with a nasty headache to greet him. He squeezed his eyes shut and tried to remember what happened. After a few seconds, the answer came to him.
"Elderberry wine..." Gil-galad shook his head. He had sworn to himself never to drink that again last year. And where were the silk sheets and the- ? "This is Oropher's. Right..." He groaned and rolled out of bed to find his way outside to get fresh air. "Oh, this place is impossible," He mumbled, trying to find his way through the one-floor labyrinth of a palace. He passed by a bedroom, when he heard a familiar voice. Gil-galad pressed his ear upon the door and raised his eyebrows to find that it was Halinor, one of his advisors. And he was speaking with a female, no less. Gil-galad decided he did not want to know any more at the moment. His head still throbbed. After walking along a few sets of stone corridors, he was sure that he was nearly towards an exit. Any exit would do at this point. But as he turned, he was met with even more corridors. He let out an exasperated sigh. It was caught in his throat, when a small elf dashed across the two-way corridor in front of him. Gil-galad was stunned and blinked several times in rapid succession. Do Silvan children normally stay up this late? He decided to follow the child, at least hoping that he could somehow find his way back to his guest chamber. He gave up on finding an exit anywhere. He paused when the little elf skidded to a halt in front of what could only be recognized as the master bedchamber. The little boy, as Gil-galad noticed by the nightwear, reached up on his tiptoes to turn the crystal knob. The door swung open and he ran inside. Gil-galad inched closer, staying just outside the door. Somehow, the small elf drew his curiosity. He heard a whimper, then a groggy voice.
"Ada? Ada?"
"Mm, not now..."
"Ada. Scared. Had bad dream,"
"Hm? A bad dream?" Oropher groaned and tiredly lit a small bedside candle. He rubbed his eyes and sat up, finding his son perched on the edge of his vast bed. "Come here and tell ada about it," The little elf crawled towards the pillows and hid himself underneath the giant covers.
"I dreamed Orphy my wom bunned up," Thranduil wore the saddest expression any child could make.
"Orphy the worm burned up?" Oropher rubbed Thranduil's back as he cuddled closer to his father.
"Bunned up," Thranduil looked up into Oropher's face before burying his own back into the covers.
"Well, I can assure you that Orphy is nice and safe in his wooden box. He hasn't burned up," Oropher pointed to a box that sat on top of a tall dresser in the corner of the room. Thranduil insisted that his father keep Orphy company at night, since no one else did. Thranduil had Hoppy, his stuffed toy rabbit. Oropher, remembering why Orphy stayed in the master bedchamber, hugged his son closer and glanced wistfully at the empty spot beside him. A lovely lady once lay beside him. He looked into Thranduil's tiny face. "Don't worry. Orphy's safe with me. I won't lose him,"
"Not scary part though. Scary part was big red eye. It bunned Orphy up," Thranduil gave an involuntary shudder. Oropher frowned.
"A big red eye?" Thranduil nodded. Oropher had never heard of such a dream before. Nightmares among elf children usually included dragons, wolves, giant spiders, and even the occasional axe-wielding dwarf.
"It big. Really big. I tried save Orphy. But I couldn't. Couldn't move," Thranduil settled into the crook of his father's arm. Oropher pondered this odd dream.
"Did Avanor start telling you scary stories again?" Thranduil paused to think, then shook his head.
"Did you fall asleep in front of the fireplace?" Thranduil shook his head.
"Lorry put me to bed," Thranduil said, referring to Loriniel, the handmaiden. Oropher nodded, then lifted up Thranduil so he was sitting up straight.
"Well, whatever your dream meant, I'm sure it was just a way of showing how much you care for Orphy. Come now, time to go back to bed,"
"No. I want stay right here," Thranduil tried to bury himself deep under the covers, but Oropher pulled him out.
"If you do, you will have to wake up very very early. And I know you don't like to be waked up early," Oropher said. Thranduil shook his head.
"No,"
"Then come. I shall bring you back to your room," He glanced at his son who was presently chewing his braid. Thranduil looked pleadingly up at Oropher. "And yes, I will stay until you fall asleep again," Thranduil dropped his braid and smiled. He slid off the bed and grabbed Oropher's hand. They walked out the door and Oropher collided into Gil-galad. Blushing slightly, Gil-galad cleared his throat and bowed to the surprised Oropher.
"I-I didn't know you had a son," Gil-galad shifted his gaze towards Thranduil, who was looking up at him curiously.
"He is only three years of age. I did not expect you to know," Oropher bowed back in courtesy, rather stiffly.
"I was looking for fresh air. The wine is not so kind to my head. But I would very much appreciate it if you showed me the way back to the guest bedchamber I am staying in," Gil-galad said. Oropher raised an eyebrow in amusement and sighed.
"Allow me to return my son to bed and then I shall show you the way. I do not blame you for getting lost," Oropher swung Thranduil onto his back and carried the sleepy child to a nearby, smaller bedchamber. As soon as Thranduil's head hit the pillow, he was already sleeping soundly. Oropher tucked the blankets neatly under Thranduil's chin and placed a kiss atop his forehead. He shut the door behind him and looked at Gil-galad, noticing he opened his mouth to speak.
"He is a beautiful child. He would make a fine elf when he grows up," Gil- galad said, glancing towards the door.
"Thank you. He takes after his mother," Oropher let out a sigh and inclined his head down the corridor to their right. Gil-galad and Oropher walked silently for a while.
"I am sorry about the meeting....but you do understand we need all the help we can get," Gil-galad turned to Oropher.
"I understand," Oropher looked straight ahead.
"Had I known you had a son, I might have thought differently. I would not- I would not want Thranduil to lose a father like you, should you...perish...." Gil-galad stared at the floor.
"Neither would I. But I am willing to risk my life so that my son may grow in a time where he does not experience pain at the hands of evil. You were right," Oropher replied. Gil-galad said nothing. "Your room," Oropher gestured towards the familiar-looking bedchamber. Gil-galad nodded and bowed.
"Thank you. Have a restful night," Oropher bowed in return and left. Gil- galad silently shut the door and placed himself in bed again. He felt a dull ache in his heart and found himself longing for a son of his own. He turned onto his side and after a few restless turns, he finally fell asleep.
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How was it? ^^ *points to review button*
Thank you's to Dragon, Roheryn, feanen, and Dragon-of-the-north. :-D